"Ah", you breathed. The heat of the running water open and soaked your pores.

The auroma of Dark Kiss from the body wash and faint cologne from Chris' endless collection sitting
in the drawer swirled in your nose. The scent was delightful. Knowing that such an intruiging yet intoxicating man was downstairs, stirring up dinner and possibly dessert, which'll hopefully
consist of sweet honey dripping from his harden abs, was yours made you feel like a champion. He made broads turns heads, panties drip in lust and desire to have them ripped away from there swollen
and aching flowers and to even dream of one sensational night with the panty dropper. The thought made you chuckle, even have a tint of pink blossoming against your smooth skin. They wouldn't know
how to grasp, firmly handle and pleasure CJ, for he wasn't just an erection.
He made pussies cry and weep for attention when he'll budge beautifully through Chris' pants. Once inside, he'll stretch the tightness and spurt it's hot semen through your aching walls, now
satisfied and wanting to rest for such hard work.

Just the image of CJ's flushed head seperating your lips sent shivers down your spine. You needed
it, wanted it, but the comfort of the warm water drinking you in caused you to stay in place. What if he was dressed in sweats? The thought turned you on even more. His longness would slick against
the cotton material of the sweats and once ready for pumping, he'll awake from it's sexual rut and expose himself to your weeping physique. You'll whimper, gasp, mumble soft words in amazement on
how beautiful he was. And once your clothes decorated the bedroom, you'll be pleading and moaning till an earth-shattering orgasm rained over you both. Sinking deeper into the water, it pooled
around your neck. As tingles of lust whiskered through your hot blood, your soft fingertips pressed against your bubbly skin. In a spider notion, you crawl towards your boiling lava of sex, which
is already dripping with wet readiness. Feeling the short pubic hairs, you giggled and pulled your thick lips apart, letting your flush clit say a greeting to the warm water.

Circling the hard moistness that is your clit, you whimper from the pleasure shooting through your
body. As your fingers explore your temple, you hear heavy footsteps trailing towards the bedroom. You don't stop the exotic pleasure of your fingers, but simply increased the pumps and glance
towards the bathroom entrance. You weren't ashamed of self-exploration. It'll turn you on to see Chris' shocked yet interested coffee-brown eyes scanning your pleasure-folded expression. Then his
eyes would trail your hands, seeing your middle finger disappear in the same hole you craved for CJ to nestle into. Just as you imagined, Chris' presence lingered outside the door and he groaned
from the erotic masterbating unfolding before him. Shutting your eyes, you breathed out a whimpering sigh, mumbling a couple of pleads as you can feel Chris' pupils dig into you. As you open your
eyes, Chris is now close. Bending on one knee against the tub, his fingers join your fingers and pinch the harden nub of your brown nipples. Shivers coursed through your breast area and you shift
your position in the tub. You sink further till your lips could feel the warm temperature of the water, rising both legs out the tub for more exposion. With two fingers penetrating your hungry
hole, you feel Chris' warm eyes watching your delightful fingers and you blush.

"Oh baby.. please". The begs further Chris' touching.

"Ssh baby, daddeh got you", he muttered to your pleading body.

Raising you out the tub, he carries your bridal style out the tub, not caring for the tremendous
wetness of your body staining his white shirt. It'll be decorating your carpet in a second. Setting you on the bed, he spreads your legs open, smiling at your flushed pussy greeting him. Your clit
began to cry for Chris' blessed tongue, and after a oral earth-shattering orgasm, she'll grow hard and yearn for more, painfully waiting till CJ's harden erection slipped inside of you. As Chris
stripped down to the bone, he pushed your legs back and rested them on his shoulders. The warmth of his breath crashing against her wetness sent tingles through her temple. Then his tongue worked
it's magic, lapping and sucking the delicious juices clouding around your clit. Your orgasm unraveled quicker than you expected and you whimpered loudly under neath him, feeling your cheeks flush
from the pleasure he brought you. Trailing a sea of hot kisses up your damp body, he slipped his graceful lips between your lips, letting you taste your orgasm. God.

Now with your legs wrapped around his hips, he placed your arms above your head, ordering you to
keep them there till he slipped inside of you. Like opening a fresh can of soda, your body sizzled like the liquid ambushed between the cylinder walls. His length had you moaning, whimpering his
name uncontrollably and gasping at how fat his dick was. You were sure that Chris knew his fatness was killer and from the sight of the small smile pinching his breath-taking cheeks, you knew he
enjoyed your pleasurable cries. You felt it getting closer. You felt it bubbling inside you.

"Let it go for me.. cum for me baby".

"God..." you mumbled against your arm. You felt his needy eyes pouring into
you.

"Cum for me... now".

At his command, you shuddered and came for him the second time that night and your flushed clit
giggled. Relaxing in the warmth of the sheets, he kissed your plump lips before slipping his fatness from inside you.

"Freshen up baby", Chris whispered, "I think I wanna take you out to dinner
tonight".